The World Through Another's Eyes

[Apocalypse]

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[atrb=background,http://i437.photobucket.com/albums/qq94/NuckyGirl/wolfeh-6.png] The dream realm rarely reflected the reality of an area. Colors did not always match, textures never melded, and scent was never carried over. As interesting as the dream realm may be to an outsider's eyes, it became dull and boring when seen through a native's. Apocalypse moved like mist over the abstract terrain of the dream realm. It had been a while since he had visited an ocean side. He knew what to expect, but every place was unique when viewed through different eyes. He projected his mind out, feeling for the residents, trying to get a picture of what this cove was like. Birds flew through sea salted air, against the cliffs where they nested. He could hear their calls to one another as if they were specters howling like the wind. On the beach the coarse sand was underfoot of a rat who was scenting for a dying crab. The crab had the heat of the sun on it's back as it prepared for it's final day. Apocalypse used the minds of those around him, in the dream realm, to pain a picture of the scene in his world. How he wanted to feel he ocean breeze for himself, to feel the hot sand between his toes. The life of mortals were so full of sensations that he would never be able to experience. Unless he made himself corporeal. The harbinger snorted out sparks and flames as his frustration was felt. He glanced over his broad black shoulder to see his four tails wafting in his pretend breeze. One was smoldering like coals in a fire, the rest were just there. Perhaps it was time to claim another for his cause.

[morbyd]

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[atrb=background,http://i43.tinypic.com/mvoo0m.jpg] Roll. Crash. Flip. Repeat. Roll. Crash. Flip. Repeat. This is what the cold waters of the cove were doing. They rolled at the banks, like playful children in a quick attempt down a hill, only to violently crash into the rocks that jut out at the shore. Recovering quickly, the waves flip backwards, shifting the ocean to start again. Repeat. Watching this tireless string of events with ice-blue eyes was a Lupus with a royal blue fur, sweet purple interruptions here and there. He was cautious not to get too close to the edge of the sea rock he sat on, for he was terribly afraid of the deep, frigid waves. His name was Morbyd, and his sensitive mind reeled precariously near the brink of insanity with his many thoughts and wishes. His tail thumped softly as he kept a beat to count how long it took each wave to run in, harm itself and retreat. So far, seven thumps. Morbyd stretched out his paws, spreading the digits so he could stare at the tiny grains of sand that had collected there. He blew at them, watching them jump from their hiding spot and bounce around, scattering. Like the memories he wanted. At that, he sat up, quickly throwing his paws on the escaping sand. Morbyd thought wild things sometimes, and this time he figured if he could catch this sand, and bring them all together, he’d remember. He didn’t. He brushed them away with a growl and leapt from his perch, tears at his eyes. He kept telling himself to forget about it, because he sure wasn’t going to remember it anytime soon. He told himself to get a grip, let it be. It can’t hurt you if you can’t remember, right? Suddenly, a cold wave of water came over him, drenching him: he hadn’t realized he’d landed so close to the shore’s edge. Shaking vigorously, Morbyd let out a small laugh to himself. Even the waves were telling him to get a grip on himself.

[Apocalypse]

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[atrb=background,http://i437.photobucket.com/albums/qq94/NuckyGirl/wolfeh-6.png] During his primary sweep of the area, he ad not noticed the intelligent mind close by. On careful recalculation, his presence brushed the consciousness of a wolf. Apocalypse moved toward the floating mind before him. He studied it from the outside, not touching it quite yet. It was a lupus, he gathered. The dark presence pushed forward, touching the mind very lightly. The lupus seemed distracted my something, that was enough for it to let his guard down. Perfect, access with few restrictions. The harbinger pushed into the mind, as if brushing past the wolf, enough to make it take notice of his surroundings, or lack there of in this instance. He was only on the outskirts of the mind. It was not enough to be 'seen', but it was enough for him to make his presence known with a dark, rumbling growl. Give me your attention

[morbyd]

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[atrb=background,http://i43.tinypic.com/mvoo0m.jpg] Once dry, Morbyd began to wonder where to go next. He didn’t feel like staying at the beach anymore, he was getting quite bored with it. So…where to go? Morbyd began to think of places he’d been before and began to dream up places he’d like to see. Somewhere, at the back of his mind, Morbyd felt something. It was like a pair of eyes watching him, or a larger animal stalking him. He didn’t mind it much, because he was thinking about all these other things, but he did note that he felt something tapping him at the head. Give me your attention. Woah-oh. Morbyd started with yip. His little jerk was enough to rock his limbs and his lower half collapsed, dropping into a sitting position. He panted for a few seconds, taken completely off guard. His ice blue eyes scanned the area around him quickly for a being, his nose twitched feverishly for a scent. He found neither. “W-who said – who said that?” His stuttering was acting up immediately, his voice was cracking. The soft fur at the back of his neck was standing up like spines. Someone had spoken to Morbyd, and he didn’t like it.

[Apocalypse]

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[atrb=background,http://i437.photobucket.com/albums/qq94/NuckyGirl/wolfeh-6.png] A dark chuckle echoed through the mind of the wolf. Apocalypse had felt the reaction and it amused him. How he loved fear and uncertainty. It made gaining control so much easier. The scared wolf was looking for answers, so this gave the harbinger an advantage and access to root a little deeper. I said it. His voice was becoming a tad stronger, not quite to the point of actual dialogue, more like an over-powering thought in the mind of the wolf. Slowly a dark mist was forming in the minds eye of the wolf. He needed more to gain a silhouette and appear more wolf like.... Give me your attention. His stern voice was more demanding now. He dipped his own mind into other parts of the wolf's. He was going for the sensory receptors, to get an image of the outside world. He wanted to see what this wolf saw when he gazed over the beach.

[morbyd]

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[atrb=background,http://i43.tinypic.com/mvoo0m.jpg] When the voice sounded again, stronger – I said it. Give me our attention. – Morbyd looked around again. The voice was kind of creepy, and Morbyd wouldn’t ever say such a thing with even a hint of such malice. He also couldn’t help but notice that the voice seemed more like a dream than anything else. Or at least, what a thought would sound like. All in all, the voice didn’t sound… tangible. “Erm…ok.” Morbyd, in fear of whatever he was hearing, situated himself into a neater sitting position. He gulped hard, his lower jaw trembling, his torso shaking on his weakening legs. What was going to happen to him? Was this other being going to control him? Would he be strong enough? Really, who was this other one talking to him? Then Morbyd noticed how frustrated he was. Who was his other guy, really? What did he want with him? He plucked up enough courage to say something else. “You know, I’d be easier for me to…uh, give me our attention if I could” – here, Morbyd began to look around quickly, his neck lowered, his shoulder blades showing plainly; he felt as if he were sharing his vision with another pair of eyes – “erm, see you?” Morbyd wondered who he was talking to. He knew he’d stared to lose it – his mind – little by little, with his growing lack of sleep, but he didn’t know it was this bad! He suddenly started to shake his head. After a few seconds, he stood up when he got dizzy and began to shake his whole body. He stopped just as abruptly as he had started and dropped onto his side with a groan. “Are…you still here?” Of course not (Morb hoped). The voice was just…a voice.

[Apocalypse]

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[atrb=background,http://i437.photobucket.com/albums/qq94/NuckyGirl/wolfeh-6.png] He inhaled the scent of fear and distress, oh how he enjoyed it. It seemed to make him more powerful, stronger and more able to step into the mind fully. So he forced himself in, taking advantage of the confused mind to get a tentative foothold. Slowly a shadowy image formed in the mind of the wolf. It will only....... ...be a matter of time...

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"Before you see me."

It was amazing to him that his presence could form that easily in the mind of the wolf. He went from a voice...to actual dialogue quicker than anticipated. That was fine by him. His form was like a misty shadow, floating with a vague silhouette of a large wolf. Four streams of shimmering mist seemed to come out as tails behind him.

" Yes, I am still here." His voice rumbled like distant thunder, deep and powerful. While he waited for the reaction to his comments, he sifted through the surface thoughts of the wolf. Gauging his reasons for being on the beach and what he thought of the beach itself. He was merely curious for this visit.[/color][/size]
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